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A few days before the 25th of December, a vicious killer roams the town, targeting men in Santa Claus costume. Clueless, the police gropes in the red.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

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Red Christmas

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Red Christmas Copyright © 2013Zerounoundici EdizioniCopyright © 2013Carmelo Massimo TidonaISBN:978-88-6578-256-9Cover:image courtesy ofVictor Habbick /FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Red Christmas

He advanced across the room in an unsteady crawl. His face was reddened, but in the dark there was no way to notice, even though the light coming from the street below was enough for his victim to see him getting closer.

Knowing that he was coming, though, was useless while being with the back to the wall and too terrorized to even try a defence. The only hope was that, whatever was going to happen, it would end soon.

The silence that had dominated the room was now violated by apparently meaningless words, a mixture of obscenities and almost childlike flattering.

Then he came, and the red of the Santa Claus costume mixed with the red of blood.

Red was the dominant colour. Metalized and shiny on the balls dangling from the tree. Scarlet on the decorations on the fireplace and on the walls. Vermillion for the candles placed on the furniture. The bright red of the costume's fabric and dark red, so dark as to almost seem black, on the fake white beard of its wearer, whose brightness had been snuffed forever.

Looking up from the disarranged corpse to the mirror, I was struck by the crimson reflection of my lips, paradoxically matching the setup.

As a last touch, it was junior inspector Rossi's voice to interrupt my observations.

«Inspector?»